Monster Hunting High School

The quiet fragrance flowed into the living room along with the figure of the witch.

Everyone's eyes flashed with surprise, but Mr. Andrew's face turned pale at the same time, apparently remembering the words he had previously arranged for the great wizard.

Unlike others, Zheng Qing was so amazed that he was still thinking about what tricks this young lady was up to. He clearly remembered that Su Shijun just returned to the mansion this morning, and there was no such state of just getting up.

Did she want to hide her absence from the mansion in front of the three-pronged sword?

Or maybe her disappearance in the past few days involves higher-level hidden movements such as the school and the Moon Council, and she needs to avoid the supervision of the alliance to some extent?

Zheng Qing withdrew his gaze, held up the tea cup, and his brain was spinning rapidly, trying to think about various possibilities.

At this moment, a gust of fragrant wind rushed over, and immediately his face touched a warm and cold wet feeling, abruptly interrupting his rapidly rotating brain.

A not-so-loud voice came from my ears.

Mua!

When everyone was stunned, Beauty Su leaned over Zheng Qing's cheek and gave him a sweet kiss. Zheng Qing could clearly hear four swallowing sounds in the room - including his own.

"Good morning darling."

There was a soft whisper in his ears, but to Zheng Qing's ears, it sounded more like a devil's whisper: "Why didn't you call me when you got up...are these your guests?"

The young public-funded student coughed violently and almost choked to death on his own spit.

What to get up!

Why get up!

Where was he going to wake her up?

In other words, what does it have to do with her getting up!

!

These thoughts were like trains rushing past, rushing through his mind, making Zheng Qing feel that the whole world was shaking absurdly. He put down the tea cup in his hand tremblingly, his hands shaking so much that he suspected that he would knock the cup over on the ground in the next second.

"Good morning, Congressman Su."

Wizard Milli was the first to come to his senses, stood up, lowered his head, and said hello to the great wizard of the alliance: "I didn't know that you were inconvenient at the time and came to visit in a hurry. We are rude..."

"That's right, we thought you weren't in the mansion..." Andrew followed closely, stuttering and apologizing, but mid-sentence, he abruptly interrupted himself, with a hint of panicked embarrassment on his face.

Su Shijun glanced at them with a half-smile.

"...I took the liberty to come here today because I have some trivial business matters that I need to briefly communicate with Mr. Zheng Qing." Wizard Milli raised his voice slightly, as if he wanted to make up for his companion's mistakes, but the more they did this, the more they seemed to lack confidence.

Su Shijun ignored them. Instead, he supported his upper body with his elbows and leaned forward, leaning on the back of the sofa where Zheng Qing was sitting. His long black hair fell casually and rubbed against Zheng Qing's cheeks and ears, making him feel a little itchy.

Zheng Qing did not dare to move, as if he had been hit by a petrifying spell, with a smile uglier than crying on his face. But to outsiders, this probably looks like he is silly with joy.

The three guests bowed for nearly a minute before the witch's voice resounded in the quiet living room.

"Tell me what you have to say,"

Her tone was as lazy as before, and there was no hint of happiness or anger: "Dongdong's morning classes will be finished soon, and we have to play parent-child games with her."

Conscience of heaven and earth!

Zheng Qing had never known that there was such a word as ‘parent-child games’ in the class schedule. It had been almost two years since he came to Phuket Island. This must be the first time he heard this word!

Naturally, the black-robed wizards across the coffee table couldn't hear the young public-funded student's crazy complaints.

Wizard Milli straightened up carefully, sat back on the sofa in an orderly manner, lowered his eyelids, looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart. There was a hint of hesitation in his voice: "This matter..."

He seemed hesitant.

It seems that he is not sure whether he should continue the previous topic in front of Su Shijun.

"Why, is there anything else in the Three-pronged Sword that I can't know?"

The owner of Qingqiu Mansion put away his laziness and kept an expressionless face. There was a hint of ridicule in his tone, but also a hint of undisguised toughness: "Yunei, I am Dongdong's mother, he is Dongdong's father, he The matter is my business; externally, I am a member of the Grand Wizard Council of the Alliance, and I have the power to supervise all the agencies under the Alliance... Why, the Three-Forked Sword is now independent from the Alliance? Or do you want me to report to the Alliance? Will Sancha Sword submit a formal application for supervision?”

After hearing the last sentence, the three black-robed wizards couldn't help but look at each other, with a look of helplessness on their faces.

Only Zheng Qing, whose ears were filled with the strange and awkward names of 'Dongdong's mother' and 'Dongdong's father' - especially in front of outsiders - made him finally recover from the long 'Petrification Curse'. "I was relieved, and my face felt the long-lost heat.

He subconsciously picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip of tea, hoping to calm down the anger.

But after several guests saw it, the scene in front of them was a very standard "wife singing and husband accompanying". Zheng Qing followed Su Shijun and expressed a clear attitude - if she was not allowed to participate in the conversation, he would serve tea to see off the guests.

Wizard Milli immediately changed his original plan.

Of course, perhaps in order to show that he was not unconditionally compromising, he still insisted on erecting a secret barrier.

Snapped.

Su Shijun snapped his fingers and fulfilled his small request.

A blue halo spread out, covering the entire living room. The magic power from the great wizard was obviously more powerful than several three-pronged swords, so much so that the garden outside the window became somewhat distorted. .

"Gan Ning ran away."

When Wizard Milli said these four words, Zheng Qing was still immersed in the sweet kiss and the echo of 'Dongdong Dad'. His mind was filled with a charming and absurd smell. He only had a little instinct for the black-robed wizard's words. Reaction.

Gan Ning?

Isn't that my magical biology teacher? What does it have to do with him if he runs away? Is every student who has taken his course included in the investigation?

But Wizard Milli's next words brought the boy back to his senses completely.

"Gan Ning is a crow." The words of the black-robed wizard were like a basin of cold water pouring down on his face, completely washing away the charm in Zheng Qing's mind, leaving only absurdity.

Zheng Qing blinked and looked at the serious-looking black robe opposite the coffee table. He chewed on these two short but informative sentences, trying to piece together the meaning of these two sentences in his mind and their relationship with himself. .

Wizard Milli did not give him any more time to react, and explained the cause and effect of the matter happily:

"...In fact, on the evening of February 7th, at the celebration dinner for the execution of the dark wizard Walter Ray, the great wizards present immediately identified Professor Gan Ning as the biggest suspect... Although he used a very special He is a master of confusion spells and blinding magic, but to the school, his small movements are as conspicuous as the ink spots on his white robe..."